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I sighed and shook my head, forcing my eyes away from him and back to my cookies. I picked one up, bringing it close to my mouth, trying to pretend he wasn’t sitting there, trying to pretend my heart wasn’t beating too fast for no reason.

Before I could take a bite, a hand grabbed mine.

I looked up.

Tristan’s face was too close. Too familiar. His hair had fallen loose, brushing his neck like he hadn’t even tried to tame it this morning. That careless look used to undo me. I ...